In her boredom, she dipped a silver spoon into Bernese sauce on a porcelain dish and sketched an abstract image of a doll.
She rubbed her stiff and sore neck, "Schreyer."
Schreyer, who was standing behind her, bent down, "I'm here, have you eaten your fill yet?"
She definitely hadn't eaten her fill. The food may have been exquisite, featuring the rare and expensive Maya sea cucumbers, but it wasn't to her taste. It was a world apart from the fussy Western palate; she would prefer a sip of clear porridge over shark fins and bird's nest, Schreyer thought.
Leh Ying stole a glance in Xu Jingxi's direction, who was engrossed in conversation with top Roman politicians, too busy to spare her a glance.
The old European castle was bathed in warm candlelight, brimming with aristocratic air, a backdrop for power struggles, the turbulent business world, and successful politicians.